orangetoughguy | log post II

[That growling makes his temperature a little hotter and his cock feel even harder. Freddy grinds it against him, not at all pushing in just yet. Fingers weave into his hair then clutch to pull his head back a bit.]

Maybe. Maybe I want'em to know you don't belong to anyone else either.

[How's that huh? Orange can be pretty damn possessive too. Okay enough of it though. He has to let go of Larry to hold him by the hip with one hand and guide himself in with the other. It's a slow and steady pushing that has Freddy groaning already.]

You fuckin' tight ass.

What matters is that I fuckin' know.

[Keep it together, Dimick. Even if he's playing hotshot and it's enough to make anything melt.]

Don't be stingy. I want it all. [All to himself. He's just as possessive. Sure is a snug fit, that's why he has to be slow. It doesn't mean he doesn't want it hard any less.]

Oh I sure as hell...don't doubt you...fuckin' know.

[He has to space his words out just to handle the pressure. The kid doesn't stop either until he's fully buried in the old man. Flush against each other like this Freddy's close enough to take a nip at Larry's shoulder. He grinds into him.]

I...love...fucking you, Larry.

[Grinding quickly turns to thrusting, shallow strokes but as deep as fucking possible.]

There we go. Yeah.

[And he's ready, more than ready It's a long, low moan as he goes. Man he feels so full.]

We haven't even--

[Nevermind. The car moves a little, not squeaking. It feels like whole world is moving with them. That deep it feels like stab right into him.]

Even--what?

[Freddy grunts behind his ear, hands taking hold of his sides now so he can better pound Larry into the seat. Their only company are the glimmer twins yet the kid almost feels like he could do this while the whole world's watching, on the outside looking in. This car is their shelter for now.]

Started yet.

[To drop the bluff or not to drop the bluff?]

S'all?

[Each hit has him moaning. He's trying to keep it down. Emphasis on the trying.]

We might needa--turn up the music.

[Man oh man that alone is hard to say.]

Oh fuck, baby. [He loves to fuck and get fucked.] Goddamn.

Oh. [Huff.] Yeah. We've started.

[Huff puff. The kid stops while still deep in him to put his hands on the old man's back for leverage. Then he thrusts, harder, rougher.]

Fuck the music. [Freddy grunts.] I want to hear you.

[Even in summer he feels like he'll fog the windows with the way that he's breathing heavy.]

Fucking [his breath hitches] shit. [It almost stuns him. Freddy's wielding a Thor grade hammer striking his target.]

I love you fuckin' me. [Don't think that he's laying there taking it. Hips tilt up and away to move right along. Can Freddy see those big paws clutching at the seat and the handle of the door.]

That's it baby.

[A kiss to his back. Oh Freddy can see pretty clearly. He's watching Larry fight back so to speak which is wonderful but also encourages the kid to do his worst.]

You think you're so fuckin' tough.

[His fingertips dig into Lawrence Dimick's skin, guaranteed to leave marks as he meets that rear pound for pound.] You want my hand on you?

Don't you like em tough? [Gulp. Larry lowers his head and tries to stifle his cries just a bit. No luck.] Don't you like em Hard?

[Worst? More like best. Dead on to his prostate. That's what it feels like.]

What do you think?

[That's all the tough he can muster.]

But [pant pant] don't you want me to come on just your dick?

Love'em.

[Says the kid as he literally works the old man tough and hard. Those fingertips on one side are ghosting closer around him too. Not at all near his cock but halfway there. Of course he doesn't have to jack the guy off.]

Think you can--[Groan.]--handle it huh?

[Teeth drag at the back of Larry's neck.]

Yes.

[Maybe. Oh shit to even have that hand close to his cock at all. He lifts up more off of the seat. The old man's cock is hard and about close to dripping on the seat.]

I'm a tough piece of work.

[It's being said enough that it can't be the entire truth. He's not tough when it comes to the kid, making him happy and wanting to be pounded until the next 4th.]

[Thrust. Thrust.]

If I don't put a hand on ya. [Swallow.] You're gonna make a mess--in the car.

[Groan. Jesus talking while fucking takes a lot of effort but his hips don't aggressively push against Larry's ass any less. He even thinks about pulling out completely but shifting to the front seat to make the cowboy ride him is out of the question. Still, thinking about it makes him strike the old man's rear again like one would a horse...or cattle.]

You gonna--clean it up. If you make a mess?

[He didn't think of that. Thinking is a complicated when you are getting plowed. It'll be hard to move the same after this beating. Bending over to get every bit off of the seats and carpet doesn't sound great right now.]

O-okay. Okay. Do it. Fucking do it.

[Because he's leaking precum. The Righteous Brothers are starting Unchained Melody. It doesn't match. Oh well.

Can't he be a steed? That's more elevated than a horse or a cow.]

[What's wrong with them? Too unsophisticated for Lawrence Dimick? He's the one getting fucked under a much less classier sort of guy so maybe it makes some sense. The old man's a big champion working horse and the kid's a wild mustang on the prairie. There's something odd and reversed in that.]

Come on my dick, baby.

[These fingers reach around towards his cock but they don't wrap around it. They don't even rub on the head. Freddy's got his palm halfway under the tip just to catch what he can of White's load. He doesn't stop smacking skin against skin when pounding Lawrence Dimick.]

[Thundering heartbeat in his ears is like four hooves beating the trail. He's racing to get there.]

Keep on fuckin' me.

[Right on through his climax. They both know he's gonna grip him tighter than he already is, the old man doesn't care. His semen is flowing right on out into Freddy's hand and a little beyond. Not much. Through the shaking he pushes himself back onto Freddy.]

I am fucking you, Larry.

[The kid says it just to say it because damn it's fun to say. He groans when the old man's writhing grips him too, tight ass around his cock. Sometimes Freddy still wonders who on earth is allowed or was ever allowed to take him up the ass. Now though it's only Mr. Orange and that pleases him most. Just like the hit of hot semen in his hand does. When he feels it Freddy can't help but push hard into him then stay there to grind while he finally does grip Larry to milk out his load. So much for not making a mess in the car.]

You got anymore, huh? I'm not stopping until you're done. [His fist pumps hard and fast to compensate for not plowing him.]

[It's great to hear too. A fucking wonder every time. This is a cop. This is Mr. Orange. It's crazy and amazing, it only makes sense to them.

Larry rocks himself back against his cock and into his hand gradually becoming less frantic. He can feel his load obey the command of his fingers. Each slide pulling more until there's nothing left to come out.]

No. [Panting, loudly at that. Man, sure is loud in here.] You got it all. [He turns his head to look up at the man. Larry feels undone but they can't stop now. Not until he feels the kid come in his ass.] Now. Gimme yours.

Good man. [This cop wipes the mess in his hand over the crook's belly. What doesn't stick to skin sticks to the seats. Again, so much for not making a mess, but he might still hold Larry to cleaning it up.] Okay baby.

[Freddy breathes across his shoulder before pushing up a little bit more for the right angle, the right leverage to just fucking go to town on him. The kid's job is done now it's time for him to take care of himself. He's clutching Larry's hips again to make hard rough thrusts, one after the other.]

You're fuckin'--great.

[Grunt. Okay no more talking. Orange narrows his eyes when he just knows he's already leaking into White. Another three and he's breathing thinner, taking steep breaths, then writhing as he unloads.] Fuck.

[It should be a crime to feel this great. Like a fucking drug, except it's the other man that's injecting. Stupid thought but it's about as specific as Larry can think of it. Freddy drives him crazy, leaves him wanting more. They're fucking less than a mile from other people with only the cab of the car to hide them. How much sound is the ocean and music blocking? Rather than scaring the old man it makes him feel exhilarated. Sodomy ain't a crime no more.]

C'mon. Harder. [He braces himself more on the seat. Shit does the kid pack a punch. He's pounding the old man and his sensitive prostate into groaning again. Then he feels it.]

There we go. Don't hold back on me, babe. [Larry lets go of the upholstery to take a grip on Freddy's side.]

You got it. [Breathe. He isn't going to stop until he's sure he's given Larry all he's got.] Tough guy.

[His hips are grinding on that ass. Watch out that kid's becoming a weight on him as his writhing peaks then subsides. His muscles feel like they could melt into the old man. Paw on his side prompts him to run his fingers through Larry's hair again. Shit he's sweating himself.]

Jesus Christ...

[Like fucking teenagers. His mouth brushes along Larry's neck.]

Nice fireworks. [Cuz he sure saw some. There are a few sparklers that are on their way to fizzling out with that grinding.

Oof. The kid's not heavy, not really already winded the extra weight is something he needs to adjust to.]

Sure know what you're about.

[Excuse him while he twists under that hand to try and meet his mouth if he can. Is it just him or can he faintly hear talk and laughter from that bonfire? Hah.]

[Larry can hear that well? Okay he's not such an old man but it amuses Freddy to think about it purely in good humor. More grinding accompanies the firm mouth to mouth he gives. Takes. It's the same deal with them.]

Mmm. I gotta pull out of you, rocket man.

[He doesn't want to but some needs can't be met when you're attached to someone else on your dick.]

[Could be his imagination. After all, he feels like everything's still falling back into place in his skin.

The way his stubble scratches against Freddy reminds him he needs to shave, though it is nice to feel small pores react to the kid's touch.]

I'm ready when you are, Huston.

[Not willing, but it is what it is.]

[Freddy likes the feeling of fresh stubble. Hell a day's worth is good too. It lets them shave together, lets him know there's someone else living here when it's blonde and brown hairs in the sink. Maybe it's beyond domesticated to appreciate but it is what it is.]

Okay.

[Another kiss, then his arms are moving to wrap over Larry's shoulders as he pulls themselves apart. Slow and steady with a deeper gasp. Even this motion heightens his senses. And then the kid's a dead weight again.]

Loved the show. [Freddy praises with a pat to Larry's thigh.]

log post II

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

(no subject)

(no subject)

(no subject)

(no subject)

(no subject)

(no subject)

(no subject)

(no subject)

(no subject)

(no subject)

(no subject)